?Chapter 644:


    But before I could take more than a few steps, Antoni was already in my path, blocking me with his outstretched arm, as if he had somehow predicted my move.


    Annoyance bubbled up inside me, and without thinking, I snapped, “What do you want now? Move aside!”


    Antoni, however, wore an expression so innocent it nearly made me gag. He tilted his head slowly and said, “Miss Dunn, you’re really hurting my feelings. I saw you looking upset and thought I could offer somefort.”


    I couldn’t help but scoff at his hypocrisy. “You? Comfort me? Spare me the act!”


    I pushed him aside impatiently, desperate to escape the clutches of this troublesome encounter.


    But to my surprise, Antoni reacted faster than expected. As soon as I shoved him, he seized my wrist with an iron grip.


    He stepped closer, closing the gap between us, and his presence, oppressive and domineering, made my heart race in unease.


    A sly smile curled on his lips as he looked down at me and spoke, his toneced with mockery. “Makenna, you’re sad, aren’t you? I can see it in your eyes. Stop pretending.”


    “What do you think you’re doing? This is none of your business! Let go of me!” I struggled fiercely, my pulse pounding in my ears, but his grip was unbreakable, and I was trapped in his hold.


    Instead of loosening his grip, Antoni’s smile widened into something sinister, and his voice took on a cruel edge. “Of course it has everything to do with me. Watching you squirm in misery? Makes my day, really.”


    He let out a maliciousugh that sent chills down my spine.


    I red at him, my breath shallow and erratic, and couldn’t stop the words from spilling out. “Antoni, why do you always have it in for me? What did I ever do to deserve this?”


    Antoni seemed to find this question more amusing than anything he’d ever heard. Suddenly, he threw his head back andughed, the sound so unnatural it made my skin crawl.


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    Heughed for what felt like an eternity, and when he finally stopped, his cold, unblinking eyes met mine, his voice turning dark and dangerous. “Don’t you know why?”


    I frowned, searching my mind for an answer, and then it hit me—Molly’s face, so sweet on the surface, but hiding something darker. Hesitant, I asked, “Is it because of Molly?”


    Antoni’s pupils contracted, his gaze now sharp enough to cut through stone. He stared at me in silence, a long, unnerving pause stretching between us. The look in his eyes was like a storm ready to break.


    I let out a bitterugh. “I knew it. You were after me because of Molly. So, the baby she was carrying was yours, right?”


    I raised an eyebrow, challenging him. “But here’s the thing I can’t wrap my head around—if you care so much about Molly, why didn’t you help her when Kristina tore into her? Why did she have to go so far as to be a sex ve?”


    As my words hit their mark, I saw the cracks in Antoni’s calm fa?ade. His face darkened, and a low growl rumbled from deep within his chest. “Shut up! You don’t get to talk about Molly!”


    I sneered, my words dripping with venom. “The only one who doesn’t deserve to speak her name is you. You im to care, but where were you when she needed you?”


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